Tag Archives: Daniel Breslin Poetry

Free Of Noise

I just want to be free
Free of all this noise
I just want to be free
Of these manufactured joys.

This happiness that they sell
Has me feeling bogged down
Like I’m trapped in a cell
And fees are all around.

I just want them natural highs
A little liberty of space
Free of the pervasive eyes
Of the righteous Church and State.

I just want to be free
Free of all this noise
I just want to be free
Of these manufactured joys.

© Daniel Breslin

Little Something

Just a little something
I thought should be told
I’m just a little terrified
Of getting old
A little petrified
Of what the future holds
I treasure my memories
Like a rich man treasures gold.

I treasure these youthful moments
And hope they last
I live for the present
But the present will soon be the past
So during my life
I treasure my memories
And in it’s end, hope my life, meant enough
For a few, to remember me.

© Daniel Breslin

Ration Compassion

We ration
It’s all about fashion
And physical attraction
It ain’t what’s on the inside
It’s what’s on the out
If you’ve got that pretty face
No one cares what comes out your mouth
No one cares about your problems
We’ve got enough of our own
Just want that pretty face
To decorate the home
It’s all about
You see me?
On tv?
I look dreamy?
Want to be me?
That ain’t reality
Need some clarity
Buy some books
Stop giving crooks your charity
For looks, cheap hooks, vulgarity
Puppets for hilarity
Entertaining through superficiality
Weakening our mentality
It’s a Shakespearean tragedy
Echoed in every AD I see
And miss our favourite soaps?
What would we do then?
We’d be sitting around like dopes
What happened to wit?
And creativity?
Go out and start living see
TV breeds negativity
It’s an advertisement delivery
Selling the chains of misery
In the guise of positivity
Buy this product and you can live like me
Feel like me
Be like me
You must be fucking kidding me?
Is this something that my kid will see?
And never know no differently?
You must be fucking shitting me.

I’m rubbishing
What magazines are publishing
Have everyone running around with lack of nourishment
Preventing them from flourishing
Starving themselves
In body and in mind
To look and live like someone else
A look and life they’ll never find
Cause they got inside their heads
In living rooms and beds
The safe place that we call home
Has an enemy that goes unknown
A shiny little box
Cuter than any fox
Whispering insecurities and fears
Into our children’s ears
Instead of teaching kids to grow
Media’s often teaching them they’re on show
Limiting what they know
TV is gospel that much we know
Reality TV is like 24hour news
They decide what’s real, in choosing what they use.
They’re used for dumbing down
And appear to have done the trick
As people would rather post their food
Or pictures of their pouting lips
Than develop real life views
On anything resembling real shit.

We ration on compassion
Cause they have us scared of it
For the way the world is acting
In globalised transactions
Some done through military action
A public with too much compassion
And enough knowledge to ration
Might just start fucking asking
What the fuck is happening?
Should we be taking action?
Take everything in passing
You can almost hear them laughing
Cause someone’s fucking cashing in
They’ve got us in distractions
But from our interaction
From just commentary action
On even an individuals post of passion
On humanities greatest ever connecting public platform
Where they might have their eyes and tracks on
But money ain’t yet got the map on
Creates an awareness, that might lead to action
By getting others asking
Is there something wrong with this?
Am I really fucking powerless?
Does my opinion not count for shit?
Or is this the way it always is?
Is there somehow we can fix the shit?
Or am I just a piece of shit?
Cause media’s beasts
Make us feast on it.
So get yourself some peace from it.
Read books, explore, release from it
Watch a film I mean the decent shit
They’re usually less advertised when releasing it
And that’s the fucking least of it.
Save your damn mind
Save your damned soul
Life is about how you spend your time
And our time is getting harder and harder to control.
They fill us with so much noise
We work so many hours in the day
People come home soul destroyed
Why would they then?
Send compassion
Anyone else’s way?

© Daniel Breslin

Be Somebody Else

Go on
Be somebody else
Waste your time
Forget yourself
You won’t move forward
You will just fall deeper
There will be no reward
You will just feel cheaper.

Make your choice
It’s yours to make
Ignore your voice
For as long as it takes
To wake up
And recognise
To take up someone else’s dream
Facilitates your owns demise.

© Daniel Breslin